He closed the door with a push letting it slam shut, punctuated by the click of the locking mechanism He turned the deadbolt and flipped shut both latch plates. He stood there for a moment staring blankly as if the door wasn't there in front of him, separating him from the rest of the world.
After a moment he turned away and threw his satchel on the breakfast counter and his coat over the stool. Even with the satchel and coat gone, he swore that the lone gun felt as if it grew heavier as hung low strapped to his thigh. He pushed the irrational thought away as walked towardsthe living room.
"Long day?" came the soft voice from the unseen figure hidden in the shadows of the couch.
"No longer than any of the others", he responded as a slight smile touched his lips for a moment as he near the back of the couch.
He looked at the shadowy outline of her form that he could make out in the darkness and the silent flicker of the muted television. He could still make out the color of her hair in the blackness. He could even smell her familiar smell that brought a side of him to the surface that he let few ever see.
"So what are you waiting for? Get down here already", she said without looking at him.
She had a knack of knowing when he was close most times; something in his line of work he rarely let happen with anyone else. He walked around and turned away from her as he undid the his belt and the thigh holster. Her hands wrapped about his leg as he lowered the gun from the table. He drew out the blade that was on the back of the belt and laid it within quick reach on the coffee table.
"Hurry up, I'm getting cold here, mister," she said while holding the blanket open revealing her body only half-clothed.
He pulled the blanket from her and jumped behind her before pulling the blanket tight around them both. She made a little groan and tried to rub her legs against his like she did most nights they spent together.
"Jeans. Off. Now." she commanded.
She didn't even wait for him to comply as she twisted about and started undoing them first. He didn't resist. He in fact found it hard to do nothing more than let her help herself with her so near, pressed up hard against him thanks to the narrowness of the couch. He could feel her curves as she yanked his pants open and began pushing them down. He took over then before he let his pulse race too fast.. She smirked at him almost as if she could hear his thoughs echo in her head. He tossed his jeans on the floor before grabbing her shoulders and turning her to face away again. Only then did he smile back when she couldn't see his face.
She kept moving every so slowly against him, but that pushed him closer to the edge than if she had been more direct. He sat up slightly and pulled her face to him and kissed her softly.... at first.
Unknown " " Rabid
- 15 years, 10 months, 22 days ago